Simon who watches you from your shared bed as you return from your brief shower; your hair dripping down your neck and back, your skin dewy and warm. Simon who can't help but put his phone down in favor of taking you all in, catching your attention with a low whistle. And when you quirk a brow, shoot him a smirk, murmuring a brief and sarcastic yeah, Si? just above the sound of your own quiet laugh, he responds simply:

"Come sit on my face."

Simon who watches you while you idle in the kitchen, leaning your forearms on the countertop while you wait for the kettle to heat up. Simon who is instantly drawn to you, making his presence known behind you by putting his hands on your hips and squeezing, pressing himself against your ass and staring down at the position you're in.

"Turn the stove off, love," he tugs your shorts down while you squirm happily, caged between his arms. "Gonna fuck you like this. Now."

Simon who can barely focus on something as simple as grocery shopping, not while you're wearing that pretty dress and swaying your hips like you know you've got his attention. Simon who takes the opportunity to lean in behind you while you're reaching for something stocked on a high shelf; he grabs it for you easily, but keeps you trapped between his body and the rack so that he can mutter in your ear:

"Dress is comin' off in an hour, whether we're home or not."

Simon who can't help but let his mouth run nonstop when he's got you wrapped around his cock, who maintains his blunt tone but with a shakier delivery even when he's right on the edge.

When you walk with him into your room, you flip the light switch off. You don't even think about it, it's sort of just habit, whether you're masturbating or having a quick hookup with some bloke from the bar, the lights go off. Simon pulls away from you quickly though, and you can see his strong brows furrowing even through the dark.

"What's tha' for, lovie?"

You hum in response, though you can take a guess as to what he's talking about. You're just ready to get started, no time for this conversation.

"The lights. Why'd ya turn 'em off."

"It's just... Something I do."

Your tone is clearly laced with insecurity. It's pathetic. Simon's big hand reaches over you to flick that light switch back on. Then his movements are gentler. Less hurried, more precise, less messy. He runs his hands over your body like you're something to worship. And he tells you about it too.

"Fuuuckkk lovie, I ever tell you how much I love this ass?"

"Fuck me, I could squeeze this throat all night long, pet."

"That mouth migh' just be my favorite thing about ya, sweetheart."

you're pinned top the mattress, thighs to chest, trying to hold onto the headboard that is absolutely denting your apartment’s walls. but it feels so good- his cock stretches your poor cunt so well and he's pounding into the spot that makes your brain go fuzzy.

you've come on his dick more times that you can think of at the moment, and he just keeps going. his mouth licking and biting around your ear so you can hear all of his growling and panting, “so good f'me, cunt squeezes me perfectly."

then he's at the junction of your neck and biting down- he has to leave something that can stay imprinted on your skin until he comes back. it's not like the hickeys he left on your chest, down your stomach, or between your thighs will do the job.

and just when you think he's about to come- and give you some rest until he picks you up and starts again- he flips both of you over as if you can do anything but grind your pounded pussy on his cock.

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Lieutenant! Simon who: Thought you'd be just another recruit, until he saw that you were such a cute little bird. So obedient and pliable, always listening to what he had to say without refuting it.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Never even looked at any recruit in a different way until you arrived on base. The way you looked at him with sweet little eyes and called him 'Sir' was almost a symphony in his ears.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Loved it when you asked him for help with something on the base, sometimes purposely disappearing with things, only to see you coming after him to find out where that item was.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Made a point of training you, he never let any other superior do it. Not even Johnny. Simon wanted to be solely responsible for your success, or rather, he wanted to be solely responsible for giving you orders. And watching you obey them.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Started glaring daggers at any other soldier who looked at you. Not only that, but any soldier who even spoke to you or flirted with you was magically given a month's worth of hard duties. What a shame ;(

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was in charge of you at the gym, giving you several repetitions of exercises, never passing up an opportunity to put you in some positions that were a bit... Lewd, to say at least. Always keeping a close eye on every exercise you did, his eyes roaming over your body as you knelt down to stand up when you finished a set. The sight always made his pants a little tight.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Always gave you heavy workouts, tiring you to the limit. Just to make sure you'd get tired enough, then he'd have the excuse of helping you to get your bearings. Putting a hand on your lower back. Sometimes even being bold enough to put his hand on your waist, pulling your body against his in an attempt to help you. And if you were really, really tired, he could carry you on his shoulders. No, it wasn't an excuse to stare at your ass and thighs, feeling your body pressed against his. He swore it was just his good intention, he just wanted to help!

Lieutenant! Simon who: Would let you sleep in his room, there was a storm and the base was without power, you didn't want to be alone because you were scared. And he wouldn't let you be alone after learning that you were afraid of thunder, poor thing. That night he wrapped you up in his sheets, pulling you into his lap as he comforted you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Helped you forget the fierce storm outside, pumping his thick fingers into your pussy, slipping in and out of you, scissoring and curving inside you. He made you come once, twice, three times, enough to make you tired and sleep on his lap, in the mess you made on his thighs, and he didn't care. In fact, he was proud to see the mess you'd made, that he'd given you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: After spending one night with you, he refused to sleep in separate rooms, so every night he dragged you to his room, at which point he already considered you his cute little thing. Normally, he would hold you all night with a death grip, so don't even try to escape.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Couldn't sleep peacefully until he'd buried his cock in you. Sleep only came to him after he had slid his thick cock into your wet folds, deep into your tight warmth. Slamming into you without mercy, he swears that his lullaby is your whimpering sounds under him.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was mean to you, used you until he had his fill. It didn't matter if you'd already come for the thousandth time, he didn't care, because he went after his own pleasure, he would pound into you all night if he wanted to.Even if you were whimpering underneath him and saying you couldn't take it anymore, he'd respond with:

There was three things Simon wanted to do right now. One, punch Johnny. Two, slap Johnny. And three, kick Johnny.

Did he mention how much he wanted to strangle that guy too? Yeah, that too.

Three weeks ago, Johnny had told Simon that his birthday gift was going to be a little bit late and that it wasn’t going to be an object, but an experience. A “one in a life time” kind of situation. Simon had assumed it was some concert ticket to his favorite rock band or even some tickets to see the newest museum being built, dedicated to history.

… Yeah, no. It wasn’t.

Now, he’s standing in front of a house full of men dressed in all black, basic clothings, ring lights, cameras, and a big fluffy microphone on standby by the hallway of the house.

Simon looked down at the piece of paper in his hands; a jumble of messy numbers and letters to the location before he looked back up at the house. He knew he was on some sort of set— but what exactly?

“Simon? Simon Riley, correct?” a happy-go man walked up to him, carrying a stack of papers. Simon looked over at the man, noticing a white scarf around his neck, a black ear piece in his left ear and thin rectangular glasses. “Johnny told me you’d arrive on time! Good— let’s run down the scenes!” he says, pulling Simon further into the house. “My name is James. Or JJ. James Crawl.”

Simon didn’t even have enough time to process what was going on until he was fully dragged into the living room. “I’m sorry— what’s going on?” he asks, his brows knitted behind his balaclava.

“Are you going to wear that?” James asks, waving his pointed finger up and down at Simon’s mask. “Never mind that— y’know what, it’ll go perfect with the scenes! Though we might have to switch it up a bit… Johnny did say you’d prefer not to show your face. So you can pretend to be a burglar and then go: ta-da! It’s just me! Anyways, you’re going to just play as the friend of your co-star’s father, come through that door, pretending to drop off a gift and then— wait, did Johnny even give you the script?” he rambles, placing a hand on his hip.

Simon’s mind was working over time now. “…What,” he deadpanned.

James stared at Simon with a flat expression and slowly pushed his glasses back up, “hon— you’re on the set of a porn set. Are you aware?” he asks.

“Excuse me?” Simon looked down at James with an expression he couldn’t quite make out. “I’m sorry— this has to be a misunderstanding. I’m not a porn st—“

Simon got cut off by James, “oh, we’re aware! But Johnny says it’s a special birthday gift and I sort of owe him one for buying me shots a few months ago!” James waves his hand a bit. “He said you were fine with this though? Are we… like, speaking in different languages… Or?” James tilted his head.

Yeah, Simon was going to have a headache. “Look, James—“

“JJ.”

Simon sighed through his nose, “JJ,” he repeated quietly, “I wasn’t made aware of this. Johnny told me that this was a birthday gift, yes. But I didn’t know what it was. He just told me to show up.” Simon paused for a second and looked around, noticing the crew beginning to set everything up. “I don’t think I can do this.”

James pinched his nose and sighed, “Love— We need a male lead. Unfortunately, everything’s already set in stone and we don’t have enough time to find someone else— blah blah blah blah…”

Unfortunately, James’ words travelled into Simon’s ear and out the other the moment you walked into the house. Did Johnny somehow snoop through his head and pick out a woman just his type?

You had started greeting the cast, politely smiling to them and even brought them a box of donuts. Now… Simon wouldn’t call himself easy. He definitely wasn’t one to just give it up because it was convenient. But fuck, his walls were shattering and he forgot why he was here now.

“Simon?” James asks, snapping his finger.

Simon blinked and looked back at the man, “I’ll do it,” he says, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets.

It didn’t take long for everyone to start getting ready. Apparently, the script was changed a bit and they had to improvise with Simon’s balaclava. Not that he knew; he wasn’t even given a script (damn Johnny). He had spoken to you for less than five minutes before you were pulled away from him and was instructed to start getting ready.

Now, Simon was standing in front of the door, patiently waiting for his scene to start. He’s also now realizing the situation he’s in. Gosh, he folded so fast for a woman he barely knew just because he saw you and thought you were beautiful (he’s just a man at the end of the day).

The door opened up, causing Simon to stand up straight. “Who.. are you?” you ask, staring up at simon.

Simon gulped, standing there for a solid five seconds before James shouted behind the camera. “CUT! Simon, your line was: I’m going to kidnap you— Just kidding! It’s your dad’s friend! And then grab the prop on the ground!” James says. “Close the door, let’s start from the top!”

You gave Simon an awkward smile before closing the door. This was going to be a long day.

When the door opened again, you asked the same question and all Simon could blurt out was: “‘m gonna kidnap you— just kidding. I’m your dad’s friend,” a little too quickly and then awkwardly grab the hidden box and showed it to you.

This was probably worse than porn acting. Then again, he was on set for one.

James didn’t yell cut; probably satisfied with Simon’s lack of enthusiasm as you pulled Simon in and walked towards the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink while you wait? My daddy’s not home right now,” you say, resting your hands on the kitchen island as Simon set down the empty box beside him. He awkwardly sat in the barstool, almost falling over and prayed that the camera didn’t catch that.

“Uh— No… No, I’m alright. Thanks,” Simon replied, resting his elbows on the island.

You hummed out in response as James ushered you behind the camera to walk over to Simon. So you do, walking over to him and placed a hand on his knee, “my daddy’s not going to be home for a minute. Are you sure you wanna stay?” you ask, leaning closer to him.

Simon tensed up, slowly shifting in his barstools. He’s not sure how male actors do this. He’s already got a raging boner waiting to come out of his pants. “Uh— Yeah! It’s no problem, I’ll wait.”

You gave Simon one last look before nodding. James pointed up at the stairs and knowing your que, you headed towards the stairs, “I’ll be in my room if you need me,” you call out.

“Okay, CUT!” James shouted. The cameraman lowered the camera and started heading towards the stairs. “Simon, I know you’re not an actor, but let’s be a little bit more expressive, alright? Porn acting isn’t that hard,” James says, walking over to Simon.

The kitchen was emptying out, with all of the staffs following you up to record the quick scene of you masterbating. “I didn’t think I’d have to act,” Simon mumbled out.

“Hon, it’ll be over quick. We’ll get a few shots upstairs and then you’ll walk in the room, pretend to ask for some snacks and end up seeing her on the bed. Pretend to act shock, maybe cover your eyes and she’ll do the rest, alright?” James explains, moving his hand around.

Simon watched James with a flat expression. Man, was he expressive with his hands.

The scene only took about three minutes before James instructed Simon to walk into the room. So he did. Opened the door, pretend to look shock and even let out an “oh my God, I’m so sorry,” while shielding his eyes.

You walked over to Simon after pretending to cover yourself with your hands. “No— it’s okay,” you reassure him, linking your fingers into his waistband. “I… kind of need help anyways,” you trailed off with a smile, one hand coming up to tug his hand down from his face.

Simon stood there awkwardly before you started dragging him over to the end of the bed and helped him out of his jeans. When his cock sprung out, it almost hit your face until you moved back. His tip was rock solid from having to wait for so long, pink and dripping with pre-cum. At this point, it had a mind of its own. He watched as you wrapped your hand around his base, your tongue flicking over his tip to collect the glistening pre.

Was Simon a virgin? No. But was he about to cum just at the sight of you staring up at him with such pretty eyes and your tongue teasing his tip? Absolutely.

As embarrassing as it already was with five men behind the camera watching, Simon had let out a whimper as soon as you took him into your mouth. He could feel your tongue rubbing his shaft, sucking the air out of your mouth to make his cock feel like it was close to combusting. His hands instinctively reached down to grab a fistful of your hair, gently guiding you up and down as he kept his eyes trained on you.

The moans you let out with the occasional gags when Simon’s tip hits the back of your throat was heard throughout the entire room. The cameraman could be seen moving around to readjust the position.

Simon wasn’t aware at how close a cameraman had to be. Because this fucker might as well join you sucking him off given how close he was to him.

That random stray thought was pulled away as soon as your mouth pulled away, your hands following soon after as you gave Simon’s head a quick squeeze. He let out a grunt, pulling back a bit and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Don’t— I’m close,” he shudders out.

“Okay— Cut!” James shouted. He pushed his glasses up and places both of his hands on his hips, “Simon— less talking. If you’re close to cumming, squeeze her shoulder,” he instructed. Simon swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. James instructions on what to do next was slowly fading as you guided him on the bed. You laid down on your back, elbows propping yourself up as Simon adjusted himself in between your legs. “Action!” James shouted.

Simon stilled for a moment, staring down at his cock resting over your entrance before he pushed the base down with his thumb. Slowly gliding it in wasn’t a problem; it was moving.

Because as soon as he felt just how warm you were, squeezing around him, Simon almost came right there. He paused for a moment, gripping onto your thighs for support before slowly thrusting.

The cameraman was non existent at this point. All Simon could see was how he filled you up so well, stretching your hole open as your folds wrapped around his shaft like you were made for him. Your moans echoed through the room, your nails digging into the bedsheets as you lolled your head back, shutting your eyes with pleasure.

You’ve done several scenes with several men before. Some above average, some just average. But never this girthy and good. Simon’s cock hit the perfect spot, your legs unconsciously tucked in at the sheer pleasure. “Fuck—“ you mewled out, feeling Simon spread your legs back open.

Simon grunted at the sight; his outline bulging out of your stomach. Every time he pulled out, he could see how his cock glistened under the natural sunlight that seeped into the room; how you managed to cream all over his cock with just a few thrusts. He lifted both of your legs onto his shoulders and bent down, resting his hands on both side of your head as he bottomed you out, hitting even deeper the moment you shifted your hips up.

Your moans were uncontrollable with every thrusts that Simon pushed. His breaths were heavy, letting out quiet groans here and there when he hit a certain spot that made his tip tingle with anticipation.

One of Simon’s hand reached down to grab a handful of your tit, squeezing it before giving it a quick slap, causing you to let out a shaky whimper. “Fuckin’ love this,” he mumbles out, pushing himself back up. Your legs were still over his shoulders as his hand reached down to rub your clit. His thumb pressing down, circling around the bud while his eyes locked on how soaked you had gotten on yourself and his cock. “Pretty pussy’s takin’ my cock well, aren’t y’?” Simon grumbles out, giving your clit a gentle squeeze with his thumb and side of his pointer finger.

“Fuck- Yes—“ was all you managed to say in between moans. “Wanna— wanna cum all over your cock, mister-“ you choked out.

Yeah…

That did it for Simon. He sputtered for a second, trying to stop himself from cumming but the moment he felt himself leak out of his tip, he knew it wasn’t precum. Simon bent back down; this time, wrapping his arms around your shoulder as he gave three hard thrusts before heavily breathing in your neck. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you let him fill you up until James spoke up. “Were you close?” he asks.

Oh right. Simon was doing a scene.

He pulls away from you, slowly pulling his half-harden cock out with a wince at the sensitivity. “Uh- No. Sorta came…” he awkwardly replied.

James eyes widen as he slapped the cameraman’s arm. “Get ‘er pushing the cum out,” he says quickly.

Cleaning took longer than expected. The employees were helping you clean up while Simon was wiping his shaft with a rag in the corner. “You did good for your first time,” James spoke from behind him.

Simon’s shoulders tensed, mid wiping his dick. Slowly, he looks over his shoulders with a flat expression. “Y’ just talk to men while they wipe their dicks?” he asks flatly.

James rolled his eyes and smiles, “oh, sweetcheeks— it’s just how the industry is,” he explains. “I was hoping for a few more positions but this’ll do. Joey’s good at his job as a cameraman so I’m sure we got some good shots.”

Simon pulled up his jeans and buttoned it, “uh huh…” he mumbles out, turning to fully face James. He was about to ask him a few more questions about when it would be released until he raises a pointer finger and clicks his earpiece.

“Hello? Oh! Hi, Marcy! Yes, this is JJ,” James says, walking away from Simon.

Simon stood there momentarily, watching everyone disperse from the room. His eyes landed on you, who had just gotten cleaned up. “First time?” you ask, buttoning up your shirt.

Was it really that obvious?

Simon nodded a bit and let out what seemed to be a snort-like-chuckle. “I usually last longer,” he says almost defensively.

You gave Simon half a smile and pulled up your skirt, “Figured. A guy like you, I’m sure you got women flocking left and right,” you say, fixing your hair. Simon watched as you continue to comb out your hair. “JJ told me you didn’t want to go through with it. Why’d you change your mind?” you asked suddenly.

Simon looked away briefly, staring at the fake computer in the corner like it was his sudden interest. “You,” he blurted out. He slapped his forehead and let out a series of curses, “sorry— no. Didn’t mean to make it sound like that— Just— Sorry.”

You tilted your head and let out a quiet chuckle, mid combing through your hair. “Me?” you asked. When Simon didn’t answer you, your smile soften as you looked away. “Well,” you began quietly, grabbing your bag that had been left at the door earlier. “If you ever want to do some one on one, no cameras or extras, I’m always available.”

Simon snapped his head over to the door, watching you as you walked away. Like Hell he was going to pass up on the opportunity (he had to show you he could do better). But as he reached the door, you had already walked down the stairs and left.

Simon knew what he was doing tonight. Searching your socials up.

It's when you think he gets too arrogant, too mouthy that you push Simon 'Ghost' Riley down by the shoulders. He could easily stop you and you both know it. But he welcomes it, a little taken aback by the sudden gesture but intrigued.

You had been arguing over yet another mission- he said you were too soft and sentimental, you said he was too cold and aloof. One day arguing had led to him hoisting you up against the wall and fucking you to prove a point. You guys had argued a lot more since then.

He lets himself lay down on the bed, feet still planted on the ground. It takes you 0.1 second to slip off your panties under your skirt before you're crawling over him, climbing him like a tree and slowly sitting yourself down

You manage to catch his eyes before his face disappears under your skirt. You think it might be love, the way he looks up at you.

And it worked because he doesn't say a single thing- no protest or thanks. He just gets to work, hands curling around your thighs, opening his warm mouth for you and letting his tongue delve into your cunt. Eventually there's a groan of appreciation that sends shivers up and down your spine, making you arch and simultaneously press yourself down onto his mouth harder. He sticks his tongue out in response, urging you to move by yourself with a tug on your hips.

It had been a ridiculous discussion where he'd been praising his skills far too much and yours far too little- but it melted from your mind as you rocked your hips over his face, feeling his nose nudge your clit.

He mumbles against you, slobbering and sucking diligently -doing his duty- serving his apology with gentle sucks on your clit.

His eyes are closed tightly. What had you been arguing about? And why exactly hadn't you shut him up like this before? And would you pretty please do it again?